ABSTRACT
As soon as my luggage was conveyed into the hall, and the post-boy discharged, we hastened to the parsonage, where, to our infinite grief – for I had already learnt to participate in the sorrows of a friend – we were informed that the venerable father of Mr. Hanbury had been dead more than a month. It was then my turn to solace the afflicted; I wept abundantly; I gave him tear for tear; and, even by the sympathy of childhood, considerably relieved his sorrow! for my tutor’s grief was sincere, but not inordinate; he lamented, but his regret was blended with submission.
